'G' Men1935

Jeff McCord:
Hello.

Hugh Farrell:
Well, you look like you're not going to New York.

Jeff McCord:
No, I'm not going to New York. I'm gonna keep on pounding the ABC's of crime into the gold-plated skulls of these babes in arms. [leafing through some applications] Law school graduate, law school graduate, law school graduate. Listen to this: Mr. James Davis, Doctor of Law, Doctor of Philosophy, Phi Beta Kappa. Now, isn't that sweet! Phi Beta Kappa!

James 'Brick' Davis:
[appearing behind them] What's yours... 'Flat Foot-a Copp-a'?

Jeff McCord:
Who said that? Who are you?

James 'Brick' Davis:
I'm Davis, but don't let that spoil your fun. Go right ahead.

Jeff McCord:
So, you're Mr. Davis.

James 'Brick' Davis:
Uh-huh, and you're McCord.

Jeff McCord:
That's right. And this is Mr. Farrell.

Hugh Farrell:
Hi-ya.

James 'Brick' Davis:
[shaking hands] Hello.

Jeff McCord:
And, we're not Phi Beta Kappa.

James 'Brick' Davis:
No, I gathered that.

Jeff McCord:
A very funny remark.

Hugh Farrell:
Oh, lay off him, Jeff. He seems to be all right.

Jeff McCord:
Sure, a perfect legal specimen, but I don't think I like you, Mr. Davis.

James 'Brick' Davis:
No, and I can't work up much of a sweat over that kisser of yours, either.

Jeff McCord:
However, my personal attitude will have no bearing on your advancement. I think I'll take charge of your training personally.